I personally feel like we've been sleeping on the amazing lessons black culture can teach us for way too long. They are so full of love. So full of life. So full of ZEST. If you hang around those who embody black culture, you can't help but be drawn in. There is a magnetism that surrounds those who embody these positive aspects of black culture that cannot be denied.
It's really easy to be outraged when you are a good person. And for good reason--there is a reason to be outraged seemingly every day. It's really hard, however, to actually do something. But if we, as privileged, everyday white people don't take action, the Ahmauds and Georges and Breonnas of the world will continue to be killed because no one will bother to say otherwise, and the world will continue to be a world full of empty outrage without nothing to show for it except more death, both of innocents and of hope.
I have to be honest: it has been ROUGH for this girl. I mean, the first month of social distancing, I literally sat on the couch and stared at my phone for 90% of the time (I wish I was exaggerating).
While we are all still stuck in this quarantine, I would encourage you to make some serious time each day to work on your inner self: read spiritual or uplifting material, dedicate some time to solitude and reflection, and find ways to flex your growing 'inner peace' muscle whenever possible. This unexpected block of time, while delivered in a slimy garbage bag, could actually be the greatest gift of our generation and the start of a bright new future.
Sunday night, I squirmed away from the clinging tendrils of past mindsets and sat down to do my first ever tarot reading. I have been trying to expand my horizons on my spiritual journey, and while this was definitely out of my comfort zone, I was willing to open my heart to receive any message that might come through. Plus, I admit, I was curious.
Passion. It's something that everyone can sense but not fully describe. It's like the wind in the trees: you can't see it, exactly, but you can definitely see its effects. Or like an errant wave in the ocean: you don't expect it, but the force can knock you off your feet and whisk you away... Continue Reading →
Sunday was the first day that I cried over the death of someone I didn't know. And by didn't know, I mean really didn't know--I don't follow basketball, I don't know any stats, and I don't know the ins and outs of his success story. In short, I didn't know much beyond his name. What... Continue Reading →
*This post was originally published on the Hilarious Humanitarian Blog as a guest post* As a single, nearly 30-year-old female, I am starting to feel the nudges at the back of my mind from Ye Olde Body Clock that plagues every woman who wants children at some point in their lives. As a single, nearly 30-year-old female who is also a middle/high school teacher, I am constantly... Continue Reading →
Have you ever had one of those mornings where absolutely everything seemed to go wrong? One where literally the only thing you can do is burst out laughing and toss your hands up at the universe? I most definitely have: for example, only this very morning, I woke up at 5am determined to restart my... Continue Reading →